Werewolf Hunting Rules.

Chapter 420 Mistaken trip
Clayton did not agree with Norris's approach, but this was the other party's family affair and he had no right to interfere.

"Actually, after meeting you, I wanted to marry my second daughter to you. She is exactly ten years younger than you and is also beautiful. But when I think about it carefully, this may not be a wise choice." Norris commented on his child almost without any personal feelings: "She is too stupid and not worthy of you."

"Think positively, things will get better." Clayton comforted him.

"I don't count on her anymore."

Norris seemed to want to say something. He raised his hand and then put it down.

"That's a nice syringe," he said abruptly.

"A gift from an old man."

"He thinks highly of you."

"I killed a man for him."

"That's pretty generous, and a lot of people are willing to pay a lot more for it."

Clayton raised an eyebrow. “It’s famous?”

"No, it's just that I know it. Because it was the Winged Serpent's alchemist who created it. It's called [Blood Healing], and it can temporarily transfer the power of the strong to the weak. The liquid in the syringe will not change in quality within three months after it is drawn."

Obviously, this is not a magic item for your own use.

Even the strongest warriors have their own weaknesses, such as family and lovers, and this thing can provide a little more protection against their weaknesses.

"I guess I have to thank that old man very much," said Clayton.

Norris said nothing.

The room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Both of them were silent, waiting for each other.

As they looked at each other, it seemed as if something hidden but substantial was growing between them, replacing the original substance, and the lively atmosphere of the previous few minutes began to cool down, just like what had happened in the cafe yesterday.

In the end, it was the younger Clayton who spoke first.

"Norris, what exactly do you want to do?" He used a questioning tone.

Norris crossed his hands and hung them between his knees: "I know you will be curious about this, but I don't want to talk about it now, and we'd better not talk about it."

"Are you targeting the Conleone family? The guards attacked me because they mistook me for one of their own! I didn't know your identity before, so I didn't mention it. Now I need to know the truth."

Norris's face turned grim. "It is true that even though we have replaced the Conlionai family in this city, it still has influence. It will come back as long as the right opportunity comes, so we must defeat them completely."

"Okay, what do you do after you defeat them?"

"Clayton, I don't have the ability to predict the future. I can only assure you that everything will be better than when they were here."

"What's going on with the nightingales? People from the Kingdom's Intelligence Department died here. Do you think those birds will give up on revenge?" Clayton stared into his eyes, hoping to see a hint of fear in them.

But Norris remained calm.

"Clayton, I only know that we have to deal with Kong Lione next, but I have no control over what the others do, and everything you have encountered is something I have never experienced, so I can't give you an answer now."

"As for the nightingales, I don't recommend you to treat them as some scary monsters."

"They do know a lot and have some incredible abilities, but they cannot use this information and abilities as they wish. These people are tools, and how tools are used does not depend on their own consciousness. As long as they are qualified to talk to the people behind them, they themselves are not worth mentioning."

Clayton didn't know if he should believe him, but he had no choice.

He couldn't torture his friend.

He tried to keep his tone low: "Norris, you should leave now and leave Wei Aodi, lest these messes kill you. The current situation is not fun."

"I will not be implicated in this matter. Someone else did it."

"It's up to you, but you have to remember that I reminded you."

Norris untied his hands: "I will leave here after things get on track."

He stood up and left the bedside table: "Okay, let's stop talking about these disappointing things. You must be hungry. My chef is already preparing food. Let's go to the restaurant and wait."

"Yeah." Clayton tilted his head to look out the window. The lead-gray clouds remained the same as always, as if they would never move. He changed into a loose bathrobe and dined with Norris in the restaurant.

There was a generous helping of caviar and foie gras, which was just how he liked it, followed by cream of onion soup, and then an assortment of easily digestible fish and shellfish, none of which was to be found in the local river.

When it came to the main course, the steak with mushroom sauce was particularly tempting.

This wasn't Clayton's first meal in this house, but the taste still felt fresh to him.

Norris skillfully explained the origin of the fish he was eating: "These salmon were caught by northerners last fall and sent here last month. The fish farmers used special feed to feed these fish, which changed their meat quality and taste for the better."

"It's much better than the last seafood I had locally, which is still giving me joint pain," said Clayton.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that there was a benefactor to whom he needed to repay.

The boy named Joseph.

He originally wanted to go back to Sasha City to pick up the boy, but then he met Norris and thought he was just meeting to reminisce about the past, but he ended up being delayed here for three days.

Thinking of this, he put down his knife and fork.

“Norris, I need to borrow some money from you later.”

"How many?"

"Just a few pounds is enough. A little boy helped me a lot, and I have to repay him."

"What's his name?"

"Joseph, only slightly less than Jack."

Norris nodded across the table, taking it for granted: "No problem, since he helped you, I should repay him. Is there anything else you need? Maybe I should take him over."

"That's not necessary. I can handle the rest myself," said Clayton.

They ate for a while, and then another dish was brought over, along with the waiter and a servant who came with news.

"Sir, there is a gentleman from the Basby family who wants to see you. He is waiting in the reception room."

The servant looked a little uneasy. Normally people would not disturb someone during meal time, as that would be considered rude. However, this was not actually meal time in the public sense, and the sudden conflict made him unsure of how to deal with it.

Clayton glanced at Norris, who frowned, put down his knife and fork, and stood up from his seat.

"excuse me."

Norris and the servants left the restaurant. Clayton looked at the empty table, put down his knife and fork, stood up and walked out.

The werewolf's extraordinary hearing could cover one-third of the house. He was now curious about what his old friend was doing in the Sacred Heart Fraternity.

"Mr. Argonne" a strange voice called Norris.

"My grandfather will be turning seventy-one next Friday, and he wants to see you at the party. I know I should probably send a servant to deliver the invitation, but I don't trust these clumsy guys, so I came in person."

This topic was different from what Clayton had imagined before, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Of course, Mr. Cuomo, I will go." Norris said gently: "I got up late today and am having lunch with a friend now. Maybe you would like to have something with us."

The guest readily agreed.

Clayton returned to his seat and listened to the footsteps moving from a distance to the door of the restaurant. Then Norris led a blond and blue-eyed gentleman in.

"Mr. Cuomo, this is Mr. Bello. Mr. Bello, this is Mr. Cuomo."

This repetitive sentence, like a tongue twister, is actually the fixed etiquette procedure for hosts today to introduce their guests to each other.

Clayton stood up again and shook hands with the other person, pretending to know nothing. Mr. Cuomo smiled radiantly, which made people feel good about him when they met for the first time.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bello, where do you work?" He handed over his business card while speaking.

"I run an antique shop. In addition to antiques, I also sell handmade products from Fisbrica. Excuse me, I encountered an accident during this trip and lost everything I had. I don't have any business cards to exchange with you."

Clayton spoke the truth, but Mr. Cuomo's smile faded a little, and he retracted his hand that was handing over the business card.

(End of this chapter)